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The Caffeinated Squirrel

    Check out this video of the pre-zen squirrel. No, I did not give an innocent squirrel caffeine. Hey, a little side story about this video. I wrote a childrens' book about Walter, The Lonesome Turtle. I intended to have pictures in it and this video, but had a horrible time getting them uploaded for Smashwords. I believe it would have been very cool. At the time it would have been one of the first of it's kind. Now, interactive books are the coming thing. Another thing about Walter is this: I just sat down one day and wrote it while I looked at a handful of photos from my library. I wrote the story from the pics, not vice versa. At any rate it was fun. I burned about three solid weeks and tore my hair out just trying to get my fancy version published. At length I gave up and published a book with no pics. Bummer. By the way, in the book this squirrel is a neighbor of Walter's, much maligned as a sloppy eater.
     One more note on the video. Yes, that's a washing machine you hear in the background.
    I started to tell you guys that I got tired of the Zen Squirrel being so mellow and gave him some energy drink but I was afraid that I'd get the animal rights folks upset. Hey, no one likes animals more than me.
    I think I should give the Zen Squirrel a name. Henceforth he shall be called Fontaine.
    From Squirrelville, I'm CE Wills.
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